In these our perfect gardens kept,
With verdant minds compose,
Our poetry to scrutiny,
We graciously expose.
Where we ‘the poets’ gather strong,
In rhythmic prose submerse.
With moist and thirsty quills subscribe,
To share eclectic verse.
Where warm hearts thankful celebrate,
Depressions face redress,
Where spurned and vengeful lovers gripe,
Where children are caressed.
Plights are met with sympathy,
Traumas well advised,
When whale songs from echoes rest,
As wings of doves fall tired
This gathering of poets will
Continue to inspire.
Photo: “Garden Path” by Patricia Petro, 2009.